For whatever reason the rain falls

with only half its heart tonight, moreso

starlight morose

along my skin, however the thought

was too much

& not enough. So thoroughly I fell

into love, an obsessional

concerning gold, golden, & gold-filled darknesses,

concerning how darkness makes a puzzle

out of you. Moreover, if I could

swallow the night

as the night swallows me.

Maybe you noticed when you started school. On the playground there were primary colors. There was the smell of juice dribble on pavement with ants, rusted metal sunshine, dust on rubber like kickball if you don’t want to play just sit in the dugout or maybe, maybe you had to play for gosh knows why. There were all the other children and you were there too. Well, I mean, it was more like you were near there. Or beside there. Definitely you were near beside there. Definitely you were not with the other children. Always not with. Indefinitely. It was lonely and made you tired and that’s just the way it was and is forever and ever amen.

you move and you move me second hand or minute hand and hour hand; you move me we could be paints

oilssuns shadows at the brim they spill they mix they never touch we spread across a canvasclock the ingredients of us

space guts

bone stuff

skin stretch mechanical

movements; and the moments that tick away in between they collide they intertwine they never touch we spread across you move and i move you move and

The devil dreams in brilliant colors. She dreams of painting the universe in shades of lavender and planting peonies across space that bloom into moons. She dreams of finding love with a like-minded angel. And although she feels no shame for her fall, she dreams of a kinder, wiser god. But when she wakes up it is to the reality of a fallen morning star; thoroughly desolate and gray.

Despite the rumors, the devil has no influence over humanity or their souls. She is powerless and reigns over no domain. Simply put she has been banished to nowhere and is to stay there for as long as one forever. She could easily withstand at least a few forevers. But the gossip and rumors that god has incited, for thousands of years now, really hurt. The devil knows how humans disdain her, even so, she finds the species adorable. Sadness spreads throughout the feathers of her tattered wings when she thinks of them.

And so on the edge of existence and at the corner of nowhere, she waxes and wanes. She muses and dreams. But sometimes she has nightmares. Unbearable nightmares that are made of sapphire flames and hate. The kind of nightmares that grab the devil by the jaw and breathe doom into her stomach and dread into her heart. Nightmares that depict the eternally sprawling terror of hell with the devil herself at its helm.

Whenever she wakes from such nightmares, fear tugs at her eyes and droplets fall in hues unknown to humankind.

call me a

one-trick pony, a two-trick tramp, or a

three-trick delirious bitch; call me a

late-night doll

wind me up and bend me over, pose

me perfect and crave me madly

pierce my porcelain

skin and paint me red; call me an

off-kilter hit or miss, a stand-in to

pull out

call me crazy and call me yours

a melody screamed apologies when it saw the ivory split;

pretty keys crack like teeth

and I could hear your bones slithering, sneak, such

feeble fingers gorgeous, break

just a

blood-muddled mosh pit by the heel of my boot

Moonwalking on ledges,

she dramatically exits.

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